Two women sit as the goddesses of his mind, man seems to think it is his closeness to God that allows the building of humanity, rather it is his proximity to women who engage shamelessly on the ego’s rock
If I had you as my own, I’d love you like
the moon kisses the sun day after day
I’d sprinkle compliments on your pillow
and drown your bath water in beauty
If I had you as my own, every song on
the radio would be your favorite and I’d
know just what to play when your face
creases in that way I don’t like and I’d
know the right beats to match your
Saturday night hip
If I had you as my own, I’d love you
honestly—without chains and
these daydreams would end in late
night kisses by your side.
Doesn’t potential excite you?
It’s like the first rain after a long drought– how it eases into your pores while feeding your best vegetables
If you reach out your tongue and catch some of the drops
your budding tomatoes don’t lose out
Doesn’t potential excite you — until it scares you
what do you see in her but skin and bones,
says the spider as it crawls on the window
it must be the sway of her hips above those legs
but i’ve got more than she could ever give
when the apple falls its not a tree,
the couple falls in love at the foot of the growth
sweet Adam takes his bite while Eve’s mind gets blown
Albert doubts that science could date back to just one bite.
Happiness in a bottle vibrates my bones like beats on the radio. It’s funny how this works better than time did when it was in the same place. Some things don’t deserve the allure of mystery, so have yourself some happiness in a bottle today.
I imagine you want to cover me like a dark sheet, leaving no room for my own light to shine. When there’s sign of life in me separate from your own, your sheet sweeps in angrily and reminds me how cold this life really is. Before I know it, I’m in desperate need of the sheet that once suffocated me to stop the shiver.